Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for feelin this, Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, while I the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms just apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted life
I write twice and drop in record pools
I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not shit
The that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm the future, funky for human beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise
Com be the rhyme killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line I was Bobbito or Armstrong
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came the shoot?

Monch]
(Pharoahe) yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and
Sendin em back, lettin em know minimum wages
Subliminally befriending em for ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit facts
And milly ac-tually I on your promotional wax
be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
Just because he got of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star the shit slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My will enlight your dome
When I'm quick to your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter
Still waitin for the beat to in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
It's the beef for black
I, yes quick to subtract the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the and coutin
Flowin like water a fountain when I deliver
Like from a river makin you shiver
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's gettin clearer, outta the era

[Black
like this, we keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man the House of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Thought comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior style and you
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
just start to studdered from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and
I swarm like killa bees for these fantasies
MC's a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference
You can never attempt to reach that my level is
Black Thought severin competitives, off the top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to salt
But knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the water
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the first New
Start to it
The shit is this, where the beat went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, it's the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss type of shit that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
not breaks at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my crew baby you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more than a axel
The sad slow much smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves like
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the my beats can pile up
More data than X-File all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and shot and chop spots
>From top notch cops to bust a crotch
Positioning, Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who can't catch the border
Lookin across, the window, not a
Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I just it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his shit, the back shit
I pack shit but never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of
I get, mad amounts
Look at my man and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I used to the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to rhyme
Don't need to be greedy, I my old gear to the needy
Used to graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*